by Sophie Oak
Texas Sirens 3
Siren Enslaved
Julian Lodge has everything a man could want. He’s rich, successful and owns the most exclusive BDSM club in Dallas. But something is missing.
Finn Taylor has worked his way up in the world from humble beginnings in Willow Fork, Texas. The only thing he still loves in his hometown is Danielle Bay. He never told her he was actually bisexual, and he never confessed his love for her. Now she’s getting married, and Finn is sure he’s lost his chance with the only person he’ll ever love.
Julian’s vacation to the Barnes-Fleetwood ranch brings them all together. After Dani jumps into Julian’s car while fleeing her wedding, Julian knows he has to have her. But nothing is easy in Willow Fork. A danger from Julian’s past threatens them all. Julian will have to convince both Dani and Finn that being his will be the best decision they ever made.
Genre: BDSM, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length: 89,948 words
SIREN ENSLAVED
Texas Sirens 3
Sophie Oak
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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DEDICATION
To the Wednesday night chatters. A better group of righteous perverts doesn’t exist. I’ve grown to appreciate your support and friendship more than you can know.
As always, thanks to my family and friends. And to Kim G and Shayla Black for all the help with nursing me through my “Julian” period.
SIREN ENSLAVED
Texas Sirens 3
SOPHIE OAK
Copyright © 2011
Chapter One
Julian Lodge gingerly flicked the four-foot single tail whip and was pleased at the perfect line of pink that appeared across Sally’s back. The entire dungeon was perfectly quiet. He quickly laid three more across the skin of his longtime slave’s back and thighs. She never once moved or showed that she even felt the lash. Sally was practically perfect. She never disobeyed or questioned him. She took every punishment he handed out with grace. She was his perfect match, a lovely masochist to match his control freak with a slight streak of sadism. He had been her Master for almost five years. She’d been his only slave since the incident with Jeremy Walker.
He was letting her go.
“Rise, slave.” Julian heard the words come out of his mouth. He pushed them forward, saying all the proper things to get this ritual moving along. Julian Lodge was a man who believed in ritual and routine, but now he wanted it all over with so he could go back to his penthouse apartment and…he wasn’t sure what came after this.
All around him, he heard the whispers. The Club was like any other social group. There was always gossip. Julian knew much of it was about him.
Sally rose gracefully to her feet. She turned and looked luminous as her eyes met the man beside him. Julian’s heart clenched. She’d never once looked so happy at anything he’d done, but she glowed for Stephen MacKay.
The high-powered attorney looked just as happy as he took the whip from Julian’s hand. Julian walked to his former sub and took the collar from her throat.
“Be happy, pet,” he said, meaning every word. He genuinely liked Sally. She’d been a good sub. It wasn’t her fault he wasn’t capable of commitment. He’d known he needed to find her a permanent Dom for the last year. He’d kept up his obligations to her, but his heart wasn’t in it. He’d tried two male subs since he’d let his last permanent male sub go. Permanent. The word played through his brain like a mystery he had yet to solve. Nothing in his life seemed permanent.
Sally bowed her blonde head. “Thank you, Sir.”
She wouldn’t call him Master, not ever again. An odd sensation made Julian’s eyes feel strange. His face felt hot. His vision started to cloud. Was he…Oh, hell, no. Julian ruthlessly tamped down the sentimental feeling that started to overtake him. He wasn’t going to cry. He wasn’t going to think about the fact that he was forty-two years old and had absolutely nothing to look forward to. He had a life most people would kill to live. He was a billionaire, an ultrapowerful financier, and he owned the hottest BDSM club in the south. He had nothing to feel sad about.
Sally knelt at her new Master’s feet. Her head bowed in perfect submission. Stephen MacKay’s hand cupped her head, and he offered his thanks as well. Julian moved to the side of the stage as MacKay took over. It was only moments before Sally wore a new collar and the couple was accepting congratulations from the members of The Club. The crowd broke up as the real party began. The small group of friends invited to the ceremony moved up to the penthouse where Julian had offered to play host.
Two hours later, he wondered when his hosting duties could end. Julian wal
ked out onto his balcony. The lights of Dallas twinkled around him, but he didn’t really see them.
“It’s a good thing you did.”
Julian turned to look at Leo Meyer. He walked out onto the balcony, two beers in his hand. The thirty-three-year-old former Navy SEAL was his Dom in residence. He pressed a longneck into Julian’s hand. “It was time.”
Leo took a sip of his own beer as he looked out over the city. He stood next to Julian, a little smile on his face. “Come on, man, I know beer isn’t your speed, but you gotta drink a little. It’s tradition.”
“Tradition?”
Laughing, Leo turned to face him. He’d changed out of his leathers into more comfortable jeans and a T-shirt. Julian despaired of him ever becoming fashionable. Rather like another of his protégés. “You just broke up with a girl, man. You gotta drown your sorrows in cheap beer.”
Julian seriously doubted that the beer in his hand was cheap. He’d had the entire affair catered in, and it had cost him a small fortune. Still, if it was tradition, he didn’t see why not. He took a sip of the cold brew. It wasn’t half bad. “Should I drown my sorrows even when I gave the sub away?”
Leo’s mouth turned down. “It was the best thing for her, boss.”
It had been necessary. Though he knew he would miss Sally, he found himself no longer capable of giving her what she needed. He refused to fail her, so he found her someone else. “Sally deserves to be happy.”
There was a long pause. The cool air prickled along Julian’s skin, reminding him he hadn’t bothered with a jacket. He didn’t even think about getting one now. At least the cold meant he felt something. He hadn’t in a very long time, not until earlier this evening.
“Don’t you deserve to be happy, too?”
“I am happy.” It was an automatic response. His armor came up around him, and Julian felt his face go cold. He turned to Leo. “I have everything I could possibly need. Who wouldn’t be happy?”
Leo sighed and tipped back his beer. “And I spoke too soon. Well, when you’re ready to talk, I’ll be around.” He shoved off the railing and turned to go.
“And what would I talk about, Leo?”
Leo’s hand was on the door. “The fact that you’re frozen, Julian. When you’re ready, we’ll talk about the fact that you aren’t moving forward with your life.”
“You’re fired, Leo. The next time I hire a Dom in residence, I’ll make sure he doesn’t have a degree in psychology.”
“You do that, boss,” Leo said with a smile that let Julian know he didn’t take his threat seriously. “One of these days I’m going to put that degree to good use. For now, I’m enjoying spanking pretty subs. I just psychoanalyze you in my spare time.”
“Well, stop, please, or I just might make good on my threat.”
“I doubt it. You like me, Julian. You’ll do amazing things for the people who get past that shell around you. You can actually be quite tolerant when your heart is engaged. That’s what those people in there don’t understand. You have a heart. You simply prefer not to use it.”
The door closed behind Leo, and Julian stared out at the night, the words echoing in his brain. Perhaps Leo didn’t know him as well as he thought. Julian had no idea how to use his heart, or perhaps he would have been able to keep the people he loved close to him. There hadn’t been many, but every one of them had left for greener pastures. Not a single one had truly known him.
Hell, he didn’t know himself. Perhaps the time had come to be alone for awhile. For the first time in years, he didn’t have a slave. He thought about a phone call he’d taken earlier that day. Jackson Barnes had called. He called at least once a week, reaching out. Each time he called, Julian asked what was wrong, and Jack simply responded that he was calling to “shoot the shit.” Julian would never have used the phrase himself, but he found he looked forward to the weekly calls more and more. He and Jack talked about their lives, and Jack often spoke of the wife he shared with Sam Fleetwood. Abigail was pregnant and due any day now. Jack and Sam were younger than he was. He’d trained them, helped them along, and they had found their happiness elsewhere. They had a family.
Julian wasn’t sure that was what he wanted. He simply wanted to want something.
He breathed in the night air. Yes, he thought, some time alone would do him good.
* * * *
Finn Taylor needed to be alone. He needed to get some fucking air in his lungs, and he couldn’t do it surrounded by all these yokels. He pushed out of the Willow Fork Community Center’s double doors and into the chilly night.
Dani was getting married. She was really going to marry that idiot redneck and have his redneck babies. Damn it. How was he supposed to handle that?
He nodded at a group walking into the party. He didn’t recognize the family, but that was probably a good thing. Willow Fork, Texas, hadn’t been a great place for him to grow up. It was hard being gay anywhere, but small town Texas was pretty much hell on the adolescent homosexual. He’d been beaten up, cussed out, told he was going to hell by just about everyone, and who could forget the time the football team thought it would be hilarious to tie him to the flagpole with the word queer written in lipstick on his forehead? Yeah, he fucking loved to come home.
Only one thing could have coaxed him from his gorgeous condo in Dallas. Danielle Bay’s thirtieth birthday. When he’d gotten the invitation a month ago, he’d thought long and hard about the fact that it was way past time to confess to Dani. Her sister was out of college. She’d done her duty. It was time to come out of the closet and tell Dani that he was really bisexual. It was time to admit that he was in love with her and wanted her to move to Dallas to be with him.
All of those plans had been crushed when freaking Jimbo Smartthere was a misnomerhad announced, beer in hand, that he and Danielle would be married this summer. His Dani was going to marry a man who Finn was pretty damn sure was the product of his mother’s union with a goat. It was the only thing that explained Jimbo’s facial hair. Finn took in a deep breath of chilled air. Motherfucking son of a bitch.
“Do you need help, son?”
That voice. Finn had to take another deep breath. Jack Barnes got to him. Something about the man’s voice went straight to his cock. He turned to look at the richest man in Willow Fork. He was married to Dani’s boss, Abigail Barnes. Of course, if what Dani said was true, Abby Barnes was also married to Jack’s business partner, Sam Fleetwood. Finn would really like tickets to that show.
“I was just getting some air, sir.” The sir came naturally. The man in the snowy white dress shirt and slacks commanded respect.
Jack Barnes’s lips curled in a secretive smile. God, he was hot. “Me, too. My wife loves this shit, but I am one antisocial son of a bitch. How do you know Dani?”
The dark-haired man sounded so sure. “How do you know I’m not a friend of Jimbo’s?”
A sharp laugh cut through the cool night air. “You don’t look like a man Jimbo Smart would befriend. Sorry, but you’re far too educated and urbane for the Smart clan.” Dark green eyes assessed Finn, and he found himself curiously awaiting Jack Barnes’s judgment. “You’re white collar. Maybe an accountantno, a lawyer. You’re a lawyer. My brother is a lawyer, so I know the type.”
He was good at guessing professions. Not so good at remembering faces. Finn wasn’t surprised. Sometimes he faded into the background. “Yeah, I’m a lawyer. I know your brother. We work together. I actually met you at a party the partners threw a couple of months back.”
Jack snapped his fingers and grinned. “That’s where I remember you from. I knew you looked familiar. You’re Lucas’s friend. You’re also friends with Dani, and you’re not at all happy that she’s getting married.”
Finn felt himself flush. Barnes had pegged him perfectly. He’d also summed up Finn’s problem neatly. Finn was about to make junior partner in his law firm, a veritable wunderkind to make partner at his age. None of his professional success mattered since he’d done it
all, accomplished it all, in order to build a life for him and Dani. Now he was fucked. “He doesn’t deserve her.”
“But you think you do.”
Finn forced himself to laugh. Now that he knew what was going to happen, he damn sure wasn’t going to announce to the world that he’d played the fool again. “Of course not. I don’t guess you’ve gotten the lowdown on me. I’m Finn Taylor, Willow Fork’s most famous queer.”
“Well, I am horribly offended by your lifestyle, Finn.” Jack Barnes’s slow drawl dripped with sarcasm.
“What’s got you offended, Jack?”
Finn turned to find Sam Fleetwood walking up. He was wearing jeans and a western shirt that did nothing to hide his magnificent body. Sam Fleetwood was a Greek god.
“It seems Finn here is of a homosexual bent, and he’s a bit miffed by it.” Barnes grinned at his partner.
“Nah.” Sam shook his blond head. “He’s at least bi. He was staring at Melissa Paul’s chest.” Sam turned to him. “You should stay away from that. Seriously, man, she’s trouble.”
He’d only taken a little glance. He knew a hot mess when he saw one. “I don’t care about Melissa Paul.”
“You should keep it that way. Now, I need to borrow Jack. We have a small situation.” Sam’s voice was perfectly even, but Barnes went shock white. There was no mistaking it, even in the moonlight.
“Abby? I knew we shouldn’t have come out. Damn it, Sam. You two need to mind me. I swear I’ll have the both of you over my knee.”
